Is this it then
The sudden transition
The abyss
I've heard so much about
To think
I've spent a lifetime avoiding
a maze
dark empty hallways
so intricately designed
shuffling footsteps
brought me here
to a stillness most sublime
to this capsized cup
poured out like a tranquil lake
me the pea
lurching round and round
Pray tell
depths of meaning scried
Fates what keep you
what dire consequence
I've not already gleaned
shall I divine
Reveal to me your phantasmagoria
oasis of dread
your warped imaginarium
utter corruption
bitter cauldron seething molten hate
a sweet child sacrifice
gleaming daggers blood congealing
salivating cannibals
asylums haunted demented Shades
tell me tell me
necromantic puppetry intimations of Hades
pray tell
numskulls knock taunting mock
what twisted form of hell
dank tomb stark loom
worst than this sealed room
shears snipping heart's string
an exile's suffering
evil eye oh my oh my
spurned rejected cast aside
such pallid offerings
artless sins for which I die.
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Express, baggage and all...
PoetryObjects in the mirror are closer than they appear... Just when you think you've put something behind you for good, you look back and find it trails you like your very own comet's tail, lighting a path through the dark. Reading through these pages...
